The Huntsman Comes A-Marchin'

The countryside is dying
They're closing village stores
While shepherds watch their flocks by night
The government burned them all
And here's another post office
With boards across the door
The people from the city came to breathe the cleaner air
They listened to the archers
Buy new coats and grow their hair
Then they buy up all the houses
So country people born and bread
Can't afford to live there
Now the countryside alliance
We'll call them the cunts for short
They promised in defiance that a battle would be fought
Then ignored the real problems
Just shout about their bloody sports
Call it a betrayal
It looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a marching
Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me
Now the cunts have come to London
To give us all what for
There were only twenty thousand of them matching down through Whitehall
But they were such a bunch of thugs
The police arrested more
Then when 2 million normal people marched against the war
Call it a betrayal
It looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a marching
Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me
Where were you?
When the miners fought to save their livelihoods
Dressed up in red velvet somewhere deep in the woods
You loved the fucking poll tax
You propped up Maggie thatcher
And you didn't give a fuck about Tony Blair
'till he threw your hobby back at ya
The countryside is dying
Some say it's already dead
And the huntsman has a boner
As the dogs pull it to shreds
Then he rubs the blood, on his daughters face
And drags her back to bed
Call it a betrayal
It looks like that to me
Call it bad behaviour and a waste of time and money
And I've never been in favour of police brutality
But when the huntsman comes a marching
Well give him one for me officer, give him one for me